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“Stick with me for the rest of this trip, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
And I do.
The feeling of being watched doesn’t come back, but I can’t help but think it’s because the people watching me just got better at hiding.
CHAPTER 36
Killian
Today is the big day.
The day that Reyna meets my family.
Before I met Reyna, I would've worded that as "the day my family meets Reyna," because I always led every thought that had anything to do with my family with them. Even after I moved out for college, even after I met my packmates, my family, my parents, my brother, they all still dominated the dialogue in my brain.
There was no escaping them.
But with Reyna in my life?
Everything has changed.
I can feel it. Deep in my bones. There's something in my head that's a little different.
And it terrifies me.
Because the last thing I want is to go back to how things were in my brain.
But by introducing Reyna to the chaos that is my family, I may send her running for the hills. And she'd have every right to do so.
I see the way she's been nervously preparing for tonight's dinner. I can read the thoughts that run through her head as shetries on the dresses that Theo has bought online for her to try. She's nervous.
Who wouldn't be? Especially after hearing the call the other day. Hell, I'm fucking nervous.
"How do I look?" Reyna asks, doing a little spin in a crimson red cocktail dress. It has a halter top that keeps her cleavage contained, but it hugs her every curve before flowing down to reveal her leg peeking through a ridiculously sexy leg slit.
Considering my mother's taste in clothing, and the possibility that she'll realize where Reyna is from when she doesn't recognize her from any of the higher echelon of Northside families, the lack of cleavage was the right move. Theo did a good job choosing this dress.
"Considering you're speechless, it either means I'm hideous and you're trying to find a way to tell me, or that this is the dress for tonight," Reyna says, a teasing smile on her delectable, very kissable lips. She does another slow spin and an unintentional growl leaves my throat.
"That one," I say, my voice vibrating through my chest. "Wear that one."
Her eyes widen the smallest fraction as her breath hitches in her throat. I reach out and wrap my hand around her delicate wrist. I can't get a good look at the pulse at the base of her neck, but I can feel it fluttering away under my grip.
She melts into my arms as I tug her towards my chest.
"I was going to argue with you," she says, her voice breathy. "But now I don't think that's a good idea."
I nod slowly, my gaze trailing over her bare face. She's gotten used to not wearing as much makeup around the pack house, when it's just the five of us. I have a feeling she'll be doing a whole routine, to prepare for tonight.
"That's probably best," I murmur. "I don't lose arguments very often."
Her pupils dilate as she stares up at me. Her lips are pink and oh so kissable. It hasn't escaped me that I'm the only one out of the four of us that she hasn't kissed. I want to change that.
Now.
Before my family has a real chance of fucking things up between us.
